Without turning her head, Mo Shisheng walked to the other side.
The man behind him had finally managed to run into Mo Shisheng here, so how could he let this opportunity pass? He hurriedly called out, "Miss Mo, please wait. I have something to say to you."
Mo Shisheng slowly stopped, turned around to look at Lingya, and said coldly, "Spit it out."
When Lingya saw Mo Shisheng stop and turn around, her first reaction was happiness. But when she saw Mo Shisheng's increasingly beautiful face, her hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched slightly.
She could see it clearly: Mo Shisheng's left cheek already had the beginnings of a red spider lily, beautiful and alluring, making it easy for anyone to fall in love at first glance.
Lingya subconsciously ignored the four words "Mo Shisheng" and smiled gently, "Miss Mo, it's cold outside, why don't you come to my room?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Shisheng glanced at Lingya, his gaze carrying a wealth of meaning that made Lingya feel uneasy, though her expression remained unchanged.
That's right. When someone wears a mask for too long, it becomes like having two faces. How could the second face possibly have any flaws?
Mo Shisheng remained silent, leaning gently against the stone pillar, exuding a faint air of languor. "Why should I accommodate you?"
"..."
These words made Lingya clench her fists even tighter, her nails digging into her palms without her realizing it.
She smiled gently, "It was my oversight; thank you for reminding me, Miss Mo."
"Spit it out. I don't have time to listen to your pretentious act in front of me."
Mo Shisheng spoke coldly, showing no mercy to Lingya. Her aloof and elegant demeanor was like that of a queen, her slightly raised chin exuding arrogance that commanded respect.
Upon seeing Mo Shisheng like this, Lingya felt a sense of foreboding.
Mo Shisheng, who had lost his memory, seemed completely different from before. His personality and temper were entirely different. Lingya couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. This Mo Shisheng was someone she couldn't control at all. What should she do?
While Lingya was lost in thought, Mo Shisheng's alluring peach blossom eyes were filled with coldness.
A cold gaze suddenly fell on Lingya, bringing her back to her senses. When she looked up and met Mo Shisheng's alluring peach blossom eyes, a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face, like a newly blooming gardenia, exuding a refreshing fragrance.
"Miss Mo, please don't be angry. I was just thinking about the you of the past. You are completely different from the you of now." Lingya said softly, her tone perfectly controlled, making it impossible for most people to get angry.
However, Mo Shisheng was always the exception. She was not an ordinary person. Moreover, she hated Lingya's existence from the bottom of her heart. No matter how perfectly Lingya portrayed herself with her acting skills and packaging, Mo Shisheng still loathed her, loathed her to the point of wanting her dead.
Actually, Mo Shisheng was also puzzled as to why she felt such hatred towards someone she had never met, but then she realized what was going on.
To her, Lingya was someone she had never met, but she was only talking about her now that she had amnesia.
Hearing Lingya mention her past, Mo Shisheng's lips curled slightly, "We knew each other before I lost my memory?"
Seeing Mo Shisheng take the initiative to start a conversation, Lingya felt a surge of joy. Her eyes held a hint of excitement, and her pale face flushed slightly with this excitement.
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